under amplified concern
you told me how the world
was winding down
like a broken toy abandoned
by a bored child
who had been so sure
in certain pleasure
there could no longer be any reasoning
in a season of cold indifference
and fate had left
us all to each other
in stillness against a horizon
that glowed molten cinnamon
in this there was a tide
that seemed to flow faster
then collective hearts beating
like caged birds breaking their wings in spite
never to fly past horizontal banding
it all seems so shallow.